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I thought that it could never happen

that I'd wince to hear you call my name,

but your heart has gone frigid,

and your mind resolves the same.

But love, true love,

other than Hallmark your pretense to refrain,

other than devotion to your hidden stains,

other than spilled words and false gains,

has called your name again, in vain

as you shield your heart against my pain.  



The standards in your morals book  

where you quote your rules of blame,

you say have made you what you are to date

as you climb your walls of praise.

Oh but love, true love

other than the prenup that you staged,

other than the treasures in your cage,

other than deception you engage,

has called your name again, in vain

as you shield your heart against my pain.



High up above love's wilderness

like a vulture searching for it's prey

you cruised above my injured heart,

til you swooped my spirit away.

When love, true love

other than your distance from soul's gate  

other than your filter for life's grace,

other than your patsy for your taste,

has called your name again, in vain,

as you shield your heart against my pain.



I leave you fat and mitigating

your own conscience to your claims

I'll wander lost through this abyss

as I journey from your halls of pain,

But love, true love

other than your fancy for disdain

other than your avarice mind inflamed

other than your footstool on my veins  

has called your name again, in vain

as you shield your heart against my pain!



I'll find no bandage nor any cure

beneath the sun or silvery moon

so I'll lie upon the shores of hope once more

and pray the tides of love will reach me soon.